Tina dressed the wound then she leaned closer, her lips getting close to Bette’s. Bette didn’t breath waiting for Tina’s move. Tina then lifted her head and kissed the wound. “All better” She told Bette her voice hoarse. Bette felt her face tingled but told herself it’s from the punch she took.

“So…” Tina said sitting and looking around, she saw a picture with Bette an African American man and a beautiful tall looking lady. Bette had a huge smile on her face she looked radiate. Bette followed Tina’s eyes. “My parents” She explained.

“Oh,” Tina said, surprised that she wanted to know more about the person in front of her, and worse that she wanted to be the cause for that smile. ‘God shake out of it. Remember you’re suppose to scare her away!! Well she did take a punch for me I can always continue with the plan tomorrow.’ Tina thought.

“Yes, they’re great. My mom left us when I was little but she came back about a month latter, and they’ve been together ever since.” Bette said, ‘God tell her your life story why don’t you Porter! Get a grip!’

“Must have been a hell of a month…” Tina said.

“Worst month of my life” Bette said her eyes sadden. “But then she came back. Thank god! I don’t want to think what would’ve happen with my dad otherwise. She’s the one that grounds him. Even when I came out he was kind off against it but my mom straiten him up, so to speak,” Bette chuckled. “He’s really cool about it now, even tells me to invite Shane and Alice to come with me when I’m visiting.” ‘Shut up shut up shut up!! God what’s wrong with you??’ Bette thought. ‘You’re suppose to make her fall in love with you! Not run.’

“That’s great” Tina said reaching Bette’s hand and squeezing it.

“Yeah,” Bette said finding herself not able to talk with Tina’s touch.

“So, Bette tell me something about yourself.” Tina then asked.

“I thought I just did” Bette said.

“Well I’m sure there’s more.” Tina smiled.

“Well… of course there is” Bette agreed. “Did I tell you that if the girl’s special enough I’ll gladly take a punch for her?” Bette said smiling, her thumb caressing Tina’s hand.

“Really?” Tina asked teasingly.

“Yep,” Bette said.

“Well by the looks of it the girl must be pretty special.”

“Oh, she’s pretty AND special” Bette flirted. “Tell me something about yourself” Bette asked her.

“Sometimes my job sucks” Tina answered without thinking.